Verbdrift
And we shall see
How these words develop
When they wrap around
The tall white spaces
Freeze-dried blocks of crystal matter
In cages our letters remain
Casting gloomy glances across the rain
The trees on fire, as are they
Who speak these words that live today
Made and given life
Now retracted, punish the crime
No-one allowed to speak their mind
As they now keep steady in line
Another fork marked in the road
A future that would be unkind
Destiny deserted in two boxes
Shipment abroad, papers and stamps
Dreaming of wine and a Paris romance
Away from the reign and the dictator's grasp
Where all these emotions are silenced and masked
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Mon 6th May 2013 13:22
There is a lot to digest in this poem, in an effort to 'absorb' what I think is your theme. It seems a disruptive read sometimes, a bit painful in word manipulation, almost to 'precious contrivance'. So much is very effective. Perhaps a little more personal freedom would make a stronger poem. Structured poetry to severe metre and rhyme takes a lot of practice. Keep writing.